jr., and his daughters. >> for the past five years blanche, veronica and i have been blessed to share our family christmases with you. as a child of eight or nine, i often sat by the large nativity scene from italy, similar to this one my mother bought. when you wound it up, it would play silent night, as if to transport myself in time i would imagine myself becoming witness to the birth. >> at first i thought my father was kidding but then i thought of the nativity scene on the west coast highway i was moved by his humility so i asked must one be invited? >> and so as they remembered their memories, i summoned my own memories, i was six years old, and yes, i believed in my heart i was an angel. >> you both are, so i thought christmas is not really about a procession. it is about a living, breathing nativity. like this man, how do we become invited into the stable and hear the angels on high and develop the wisdom of the three kings? there was no room at the inn for mary and joseph. >> but is there room in the stable for all of our hopes and all of our fears? the shepherds in the fiel